James Wheaton - The playful twins

Bob was now painfully aware of his own erection and he unzipped his fly and eased the large instrument out through the split in his underpants. He sighed in relief as he freed his penis, and sipping his drink, decided to watch a while longer. Ken was running his tongue all over the golden-skinned body beneath him and she was mewling with pleasure under his moist ministrations. Her long slim legs were spread tantalizingly wide and he could see the gleam of her moist pink cunt, still slick from her own juices, shining through the nest of dark pubic curls. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to quiver as he ran his tongue lightly over the sensuous surface. His long thick prick rested between her legs, spread along the length of her furrow. Her previous lovemaking seemed to have honed every nerve, every sense in her body to razor sharpness because she needed nothing as Bob heard her plead: "Oh, Ken… put your cock in… lover, fuck me now!"

Her sensuous plea brought a leap of response from his own neglected prick and he began to cradle it in his hands, as if in consolation for its present lack of a receptacle.

Without waiting, Lila reached down and clasped Ken's large rod in her small hand, squeezing it appreciatively and began to steer it towards the trembling entrance to her body. Bob could see a drop of cum gleaming at the tip of the head and marveled at Ken's rapacious capacity. Lila posed the gross head at the pulsating pink ring of her vagina and in a mesmerically slow manner, began to rub the knob up and down her moist split, lubricating its massive fleshiness in her free-flowing juices. The titillation seemed to be too much for Ken, who suddenly lurched forward and rammed his rod into the waiting hole.

"Aaaaaarrrrrsssss…"

The sound like shattering glass reverberated through the room and a moment passed before Bob realized it was Lila, anguished by the sudden harsh entry of such a protuberant monster. Bob could see that only the head had penetrated the teen-age girl. Eagerly he leaned forward to watch and wondered if she could take much more of it in her tiny vagina. The expression of pain which had clouded her face disappeared momentarily to return again when Ken began to inch forward. He seemed oblivious to the girl's torment. On the contrary, he appeared to enjoy the wracking pain he was causing by the forceful plowing of his giant harrow. He continued to ream forward, the monstrous prick straining her tender vaginal flesh incredibly. He pushed forward an inch.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrggggg…"

Another inch.

"… nnnnnnnnhhhhhhgggggghh…"

And finally, pulling back slightly, he rammed the entire length of his swollen prick deep into Lila's fully stretched vaginal canal until Bob could almost hear the bulbous tip crash hard against the young girl's cervix.

"Noooooooohhhhhhhh yesssssss…"

Every last inch of it was buried in the wide-stretched sheath of the teenager who lay beneath him, biting back the tears. Ken looked around him with the satisfied air of one who has done a great deed, and then commenced to withdraw the almighty shaft. For a moment, it looked as if he might not be able to budge it, but he began to pull it out, centimeter by slow centimeter, his eyes voraciously taking in the sight of his returning cock. When he had withdrawn all but the head, he reamed forward again, sinking it once more in the skewered girl.

"… Oooooooohhhhhhh…"

This time, the pain was not as intense as her cunt adjusted to the mammoth size and he began to fuck in and out of her more easily, grunting deeply as he hit bottom, his pendulous balls smacking hard against her upturned young buttocks.

"… Aaaaaaahhhhhhh…"

The pain seemed to have subsided completely and his forward surges took on a rhythmic regularity. Lila, too, seemed to accept his plunges in her stride and flexed her pussy to meet his every thrust. Gazing at the pistoning rod of flesh, Bob wondered if Lila's pussy would ever be the same… whether it would be irrevocably stretched by Ken's plundering member. His thoughts were interrupted by a throaty masculine voice: "Fuck 'er good! Fuck 'er good!"

He froze.

Again, the raspy voice boomed out: "Fuck 'er good! That's it! That's it!"

He glanced quickly around. There was no one else around! He was about to get up and search the room when the mawkish voice shrieked again and this time, he saw the originator. He laughed out loud when he discovered one of the parrots heedlessly uttering the lewd words and shook his head in wonderment over the endless bag of tricks the perverted young twins had.

Glancing back, he saw that Ken was really pounding into the sweet child, Lila, his hands clutching feverishly at her backside, his cock thundering into her in long, hard, cruel strokes. She kept up a steady moan, her fingers clawing at Ken's shoulders, her breasts bobbing up and down. Her shoulders pounded into the bed, her back arched and her hips ground up and down furiously. Linda was half-sitting, half-lying in the far corner, in dreamy unawareness, her fingers probing in her own juicy pussy.

Leslie was on her hands and knees, her ass waving in the air, directly in front of Bob, peering intently at the disappearing pillar of flesh as it sliced into the grasping hole of her twin sister's cunt.

Bob had never seen anything like it in his life. Such a scene of wanton lust, such lascivious licentiousness, right down to the lewd old parrot. The scene of sexual ecstasy sent tremors of delight rippling up and down his spine and his cock seemed to leap into greater enormity with each powerful lunge of Ken's shaft. Sweat rolled off the fucking couple as they bucked and rocked violently under their forceful motions.

Beside himself with excitement and brimming over with lustful desire, he leapt forward, clutching his cock like a weapon before him. Linda was drifting off into self-induced ecstasy. Leslie's eyes were glued on the plunging piston of flesh that dove into Lila's welcoming cunt, and Ken and Lila themselves were oblivious to everything but the insistent drubbing that was going on between them.

Bob, inflamed by the unabashed lust all around him, tore off his clothes, throwing them helter-skelter in a careless heap. He strode over to where Leslie was hunched down on all fours, and kneeling down behind her, wrapped his arms around her, kneading her breasts until the nipples were like marbles. She seemed only vaguely aware of his presence and he began to absently bite a path of hard kisses down her spine, the knobs of which were like red-hot firebrands burning into his chest. He could feel the coolness of her soft white buttock mounds against his cock and he pressed his swollen member into the moist valley between the twin loaves. His hands roamed over her body, caressing the smooth flesh, squeezing her tender thighs. And with a snarl, he drew her back towards him, his hands digging into her hips. She kept her eyes transfixed on her sister, seemingly oblivious to the unnatural penetration about to be perpetrated on her. He kneaded the fleshy mounds of her well-formed buttocks, pulling and pushing at them, spreading them wide, exposing the crack to his crazed gaze. Dissatisfied with her pose, he roughly pushed her head down until it was flat on the rug, facing the wildly twitching couple on the bed, her backside waving unnaturally in the air.

Then, with one hand holding his distended cock, he spread her ass cheeks wide with the other and lodged his thick member between the straining moons of flesh. He could see the small puckered ring of her anus nestling in the hidden valley, dark and crinkly against the white of her ass. His thick cock prying the protective ass-cheeks apart, Bob began to probe at the little brown hole with his fingertip, the novel sensation raising a ridge of hair on Leslie's back. He began to push more insistently at the tight elastic ring, until finally the tip of his finger plopped inside the tight restricting sphincter.